[ William's prying - aggravatingly personal in front of other people omg William stahp - goes ignored in favor of staring intently at the images of the strange scene before them. ]
That doesn't seem to fit the setting, [ he murmurs. Something about that, he thinks, is probably closer to the true nature of the ship than the shiny science fiction exterior. But what the hell does he know. ]
Don't drop anything down it. Don't camp near it either.
[For some reason, no doubt a character flaw, William doesn't stop to think that Brad is the acting officer here.] Roger, [he says. Severus did save his life once; it is reasonable he could achieve the same with his advice.] I'll pass it on.
[At least at this point in comm conversation, Kate hasn't yet shot an arrow down it. Does shooting an arrow count as dropping an anything? More things William fails to consider. At this point, they've probably all begun to accept that their control over any given situation aboard the Tranquility is an ever-fraying thread.]
It'd p-- benefit our focus on the task at hand-- [his picture squeaks into frame again, looks as cordial as he sounds.] --confirm you ain't in present danger.
[ Severus would boss Brad around too, to be fair. He takes it as the universe doing what's go for it when other people comply. ]
Besides-- rcle of hell in outer spa-- I'm doing as well as ever and it's touching that you're concerned but yes, it is the distortion, and please carry on with the mission.
[William smiles at the shard. The expression only fades when his eyes cut over to his other teammates. It is probably time to focus on the task at hand. It would be embarrassing to become the next organism to drag bloody marks across the wall and vanish mysteriously into the inscrutable recesses of the ship.]
[ Allergic to good cheer as he is, Severus gives William's image a slightly withering stare, but between distortion and not wanting to tense anything in his head, the impact is diluted. ]
Fine.
[ See you next check-in, is the unspoken sign-off. Severus puts the mirror away and goes back to his other work. ]
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That doesn't seem to fit the setting, [ he murmurs. Something about that, he thinks, is probably closer to the true nature of the ship than the shiny science fiction exterior. But what the hell does he know. ]
Don't drop anything down it. Don't camp near it either.
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[At least at this point in comm conversation, Kate hasn't yet shot an arrow down it. Does shooting an arrow count as dropping an anything? More things William fails to consider. At this point, they've probably all begun to accept that their control over any given situation aboard the Tranquility is an ever-fraying thread.]
It'd p-- benefit our focus on the task at hand-- [his picture squeaks into frame again, looks as cordial as he sounds.] --confirm you ain't in present danger.
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Besides-- rcle of hell in outer spa-- I'm doing as well as ever and it's touching that you're concerned but yes, it is the distortion, and please carry on with the mission.
[ He's the dumbest smart guy ever, sometimes. ]
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We've got cold packs inna medbay, [he says.] Hastings out.
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Fine.
[ See you next check-in, is the unspoken sign-off. Severus puts the mirror away and goes back to his other work. ]